Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.